Nuntis pov.
Heath went straight to bed, but I boiled the kettle for some Peppermint tea. Puck sat at the bench looking depressed. "Puck, what's wrong?" I asked him. He lifted his head and looked at me. "I'll be fine" he replied. I sighed. "Come on Puck. Tell me" I demand. He doesn't look at me as I placed a cup infront of him and he gave in. "Well I've lost the love my life and I don't even know if she's alive" he said as a tear fell and he took a sip of his tea. "What are we going to do?" He asked me.